By Shine Ballard
loneliness isn't learned,
only illumined. lit.
not, though, by candleflame.
more the belch of blackhole.
some sort of shape, or some
form, empty. thirsty.
hauntingly always.
the opposite of exit.
a necessity waiting—
as parched sand in want of
morningdew, or deluge.
Shine Ballard, the dreamingdunce, currently creates and resides on this plane(t).
@xShine14
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